Rags To Riches Songtext

Wanna know where my head is, where my bread is
I got a fetish for chasing this lettuce
Nightmares of a dream gone wrong,
Being hardened and tarnished by single long songs
Certain things make eyes light up, so we
Tom Cruise with our eyes wide shut
But not once in my nerd like time
Did I beat cartel with my third eye blind
I just wanna be rich, I wanna be famous
Don't wanna be broke, don't wanna be lamest
Don't wanna care, just wanna be shameless
That's bliss, that's numb, that's painless
Lets see you take that to the grave, well
I won't care about that when I'm paid
Whether you're broke or rich, gotta get this
Money's not everything, not having it is

I wanna be rich, and I wind up to my knees
I don't care about clever, I don't care about funny
I want lots of clothes and I want lots of diamonds I heard people die just tryna find it

I see these flashing lights in my dream
Cars, clothes and the finest things
Say this life's just make-belief
So my real life start when I go to sleep
So just take me to that place that I see when I
Close my eyes at night and I dream
Don't wanna do no window shopping
Just wanna throw it in the bag and cop it
I am an American Idol
He hot, need not a recital
Just saying, I'mma be famous
Fast point blank, period, no mind off
Bad girls don't do bad things
When they see me on that TV screen
Whether you broke or rich, gotta get this
Money's not everything, not having it is

I wanna be rich, and I wind up to my knees
I don't care about clever, I don't care about funny
I want lots of clothes and I want lots of diamonds
I heard people die just tryna find it